Infiltration Mission Tifa -

A soft beep came from her earpiece. Cloud’s voice, low and tense. "Tifa. They know someone is inside. Five minutes."

He slid down the glass, unconscious.

Her left hand shot back, not to strike, but to parry. Her knuckles met the hard bone of a shin—a kick aimed at her spine. She absorbed the impact, pivoted on her left foot, and unleashed a rising uppercut that connected with the underside of a Turk’s jaw. The man, sleek in his black suit, flew backward two feet before his skull met the edge of a specimen tank. infiltration mission tifa

She found it on a steel desk next to a half-eaten plate of sushi. The executive had stepped out for a bathroom break, leaving his lunch and his treason out in the open. Arrogance. It was Shinra's greatest weakness.

She didn't turn. She moved.

She slipped inside.

With a grunt that was more effort than sound, she drove her heel into the jamb just below the lock. It wasn't brute force; it was physics. The momentary flex of the frame tricked the sensor into thinking the door was misaligned. The bolt stuttered. The light flicked green. A soft beep came from her earpiece

As she slid the data into her vest, a floorboard creaked behind her.